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beneath the stories
that I have penned
a few ghosts rested
asleep, unearthed
the closet was locked
I had thrown away the key
then came the knock
I was no longer me
why bury what haunts
the memories of the past
the skeletons screamed aloud
the cupboard wouldn't last
whispers were heard
and echoes in the room
the light was turned off
and then, a sudden 'boom'
I woke up with a sweat
no, this wasn't a dream
a connection was made
with a world beyond my realm
I could feel her touch
my body shuddered, froze
the icy glare, the sharp nails
I shut my eyes close
the moon peeped scared
the silhouette now in sight
"What is your name?" asked she
I screamed with all my might
This Poem is shared with Prompt Nights - Ghost Stories.
My goodness this has that spine chilling quality of a Stephen King novel! Love the tone, the pacing and the imagery is just perfect! I feel like this compliments Anusha's poem by acting as a sequel! Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
What a great rhyming sequence for your ghostly tale although being welcomed by a female ghost does temper the impact slightly.
ReplyDeleteI love the sense of being haunted by the poems and stories we have told - that perhaps we think we have locked them away but they come back..like a presence..an atmospheric and astute poem
ReplyDeleteHaunting! Beautiful! As always.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed the spooky atmosphere....
ReplyDeleteNow I need to know what other skeletons are hiding in that closet..mwahahahaha...:D XXX
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and haunting.
ReplyDeleteEerie, excellent ghost story. Scared me!
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